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Untitled (10/7/10)

August 15, 2011

on the mornings where i saw his face,
all-pleasing, beat-ridden joy
marking time
fond pleasantly remembering
after the waits of doubt,
smile wholly forward
breaking ounce-to-ounce
foiling

bit temper, tip,
toe tip to floor safely,
further where
i hear what you know

sullenly they all go where we go,
once lifting but
only some lighting,
happening
away from the calm,

my worries go to bank
on your edges
most thoughtful to place
sureness
on your step

because you stop and all afterdreams go
to your side of things

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